Paroles de My Daughter

A cripple, a leper, a blind man Homeless, brain-damaged, antique The king of the beggars, he walks in the street And these are the words that he speaks "My daughter, my daughter Her we adore She's earning good money She's a hard-working whore No legs, no arms, we're blind, and can't speak We beg that your heart it grows weak" The king of the beggars, he walks in the street And these are the words that he speaks "My daughter, my daughter Her we adore She's earning good money She's a hard-working whore Well, we live and we work in the street"